The day Ye Tinglan was taken to the Jiang Mansion, she stood quietly in front of the hall wearing a plain gown with her head lowered. Jiang's mother smiled and introduced the people in the house to Ye Tinglan one by one. When she introduced Jiang Zhiruo, she stood up and took Ye Tinglan's hand. She smiled at her mother and said that she would treat her distant sister well.
Qiong also saw Ye Tinglan through Jiang Zhiruo's perspective. She was a delicate and slender woman, somewhat pretty, but not as bright and generous as Jiang Zhiruo.
The picture emerged in front of her day by day. Jiang Zhiruo was a kind-hearted and generous person. She was indeed very good to Ye Tinglan as she said. She often came to her room to greet and chat. Not only did she often bring food, but she also personally embroidered handkerchiefs and sachets for her. . Qiong could also see that at first Jiang Zhiruo really wanted to make this friend and didn't notice the coldness hidden in Ye Tinglan's eyes at all.
As Ye Tinglan stayed in the Jiang Mansion longer, the Jiang family's parents treated her better, so much so that they were slightly better than Jiang Zhiruo's biological daughter.
Whenever the house bought new rare items, it was obviously Jiang Zhiruo who chose them first, but Ye Tinglan softly asked Jiang's parents for them. Jiang Zhiruo knew how to be humble and gave in to her once or twice. Every time she did this, she could not help but complain in her heart and was unwilling to give in again. As a result, she was scolded by her parents: Aren't they just some hairpins? If your sister likes it, as a sister, you have to let her!
Qiong Yi felt a little sour in her heart. She knew that this was how Jiang Zhiruo felt at that time.
Only Jiang Conglan stood up for her sister, but she didn't say anything.
Suddenly one day, Ye Tinglan said that her favorite golden hairpin was missing. It was a pricey gift from Father Jiang. The servants hurriedly searched the house and found Jiang Zhiruo's house. Jiang Zhiruo thought that it was just Sister Ye who was impatient. She had never touched a gold hairpin and had a clear conscience, so she went to search the house with her.
As a result, the gold hairpin was actually found in her room!
Father Jiang looked at his daughter, who had always been well-behaved and sensible, and scolded her angrily, "If you like it, you can let me buy it for you. Why do you have to be a thief and steal your sister's things?" !
Jiang Zhiruo wanted to argue, but Ye Tinglan said softly, "This is just a hairpin. If I had known that my sister would like it, I would have given it to her."
It's obviously a frame-up. Qiong Yi looked at her coldly: Ye Tinglan is still acting.
Before Jiang Zhiruo could speak, Jiang Conglan shouted loudly: "How did you know it was my sister who stole it?" Maybe I got the hairpin by mistake, maybe a servant took it, maybe you put it in secretly! Stop spewing such blood!
He scolded freely, and Qiong also enjoyed himself a lot.
Ye Tinglan cried aggrievedly, Jiang Conglan tried his best to protect his sister, but was eventually determined by Jiang's father to have taken it by mistake, and the gold hairpin was returned to Ye Tinglan, and the matter ended hastily.
Jiang Zhiruo has always been aloof from trouble, but she didn't expect that this incident was just the beginning.
One day later, the maid who had accompanied Jiang Zhiruo since she was a child accidentally splashed dirty water on Ye Tinglan's skirt. Ye Tinglan was so angry that she slapped her with her hand. After hearing the news, not only Jiang Zhiruo came over, but also the young master of the Li family who had arranged marriage with her, as well as several cousins and sisters.
Seeing this, Ye Tinglan sucked cold air into her lungs and kept coughing. She said that the waitress had spoken rudely to her and deliberately poured water on her. After saying that, she glanced at Jiang Zhiruo up and down and said: I have always been weak, and my sister hates her. You wouldn't use this method to take out your anger on me, right?
The maid was so frightened that she fell to her knees and defended herself repeatedly. Ye Tinglan's two maids insisted that she was lying and that she was deliberately throwing cold water on the winter day to make their young ladies sick!
Jiang Zhiruo explained that it was impossible for her maid to do such a thing. Unexpectedly, her cousin who had always treated her well did not listen to her at all. He looked at Ye Tinglan with a worried look and said, this maid is angry because she protects the master and commits a crime. If you make a big mistake, you will be forced to sell it.
Jiang Zhiruo explained and begged again and again, hoping that Young Master Li would stand on her side and say something nice for her maid. Unexpectedly, Young Master Li told her to stop messing around. Sister Ye is weak for everyone to see, so you should be more worried about her. Safety is the right thing.
Jiang Zhiruo felt chilled and puzzled, but she tried her best to protect her maid.
The next day, Ye Tinglan had a fever. When Jiang's father heard this, he became angry and called the maid to punish her. Jiang Zhiruo wanted to protect her, but was locked in the room and watched helplessly. The waitresses who had been serving for so many years were beaten and sold.
After that, troubles came to her one after another: because she had a few words with another young master when she went out to enjoy flowers, rumors spread that she was unchaste and unworthy of the Li family's engagement, and she was severely punished by her father at home. , Jiang’s mother dissuaded her, and was finally punished by kneeling in the ancestral hall for half a day; while walking in the courtyard, the roof tiles fell, Ye Tinglan pushed her away from nowhere, and pushed her face-to-face into the rose bushes, almost losing her face, and her parents felt sad because Ye Tinglan, whose skin was scratched by the tiles after saving her, scolded her with puncture marks all over her body... When she went to a rally in the city, her dress ripped open on the street, and she was ridiculed by everyone, becoming the laughing stock of the city... …and so on, countless.
Qiong Yi grew up in a wealthy Taoist family. She had heard a lot about evil, dirty, and blunt methods, but she had never experienced them personally. She experienced these things with Jiang Zhiruo, and she unconsciously felt angry in her chest.
Later, the Li family master knew that the rumors of Jiang Zhiruo's betrayal were false, but still used it as a cover to hook up with Ye Tinglan. Jiang Zhiruo was so sad that she suffered from a severe cold. The root cause of the disease was revealed, and her health was getting worse day by day.
Qiong Yi had some guesses in her mind, fearing that Ye Tinglan had done some trick or trick.
Later, Ye Tinglan became the eldest lady of the Jiang family almost legitimately. Not only did she adopt the Jiang family and change her surname, she was also loved by Jiang's parents. The real eldest lady stayed on the sickbed every day, looking at her. Standing on the roof beam, my heart is as gray as death.
Until she became seriously ill and died, Jiang Conglan was the only one in the house who took care of her and cared for her.
Jiang Zhiruo died of illness a few days ago, late at night in early summer.
The fireflies outside the window were flickering and their light was weak. She wanted to get up and watch the fireflies, but she had no strength at all and her breathing became weaker and weaker.
The distant night is clear...
The west wind produces green flowers...
The remaining firefly dwells on the jade dew...
What can I do now...
If only...when I recover from my illness, I can go to the yard and take a look at the fireflies, that will be fine...
Then he slowly closed his eyes and passed away forever.
Qiong Yi shuddered, the channeling ended, and she felt like waking up from a dream.
She experienced Jiang Zhiruo's experience firsthand, and it was so frustrating.
Withdrawing her guardian spirit and looking at the haggard-looking Jiang Zhiruo in front of her, Qiong no longer refused and responded in a deep voice: "Miss Jiang, I promise you."
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Turning around from his thoughts, he turned to his eyes. There were red lanterns hanging on the eaves of the Jiang Mansion, with happy words posted on them. Even the two stone lions guarding the door were wearing red hydrangeas, making the scene festive and grand.
Today is the seventh day since Jiang Zhiruo's death, and it is also the day when Jiang and Li got married.
Qiong also followed the flow of people attending the banquet into the Jiang Mansion, looked around, and thought to herself: "It's a merchant's home, with a wealthy family and an embroidered family. The house is not small."
Seeing the young boy in front of her raise his hand to ask for instructions and a gift, she took out a lot of money from her long sleeves and threw it into his hand. She walked in without looking back, thinking to herself: Not only can I not earn any money from Du Ling's shabby job, , and often post it backwards.
Jiang Zhiruo, who was sitting in the bell at Qiong Yi's waist, moved and said in a voice that ordinary people could not hear: "Miss Qiong Yi, today is the seventh day of my death. It won't be long before I disappear completely, right? ?”
"With Na Ling protecting you, I won't."
Jiang Zhiruo calmed down: "Yeah."
The house and garden were fully furnished for eating and drinking, and the seats were full of guests and friends, chatting with each other. No one paid attention to Qiong Yi, who was walking to the inner courtyard alone. After bypassing several side rooms and entering the inner courtyard, there were many people in the inner courtyard, all relatives and friends of the Jiang family. They were eager to wait for the bride to get dressed, put on the Fengguanxia shawl, and then welcome her out of the Jiang Mansion and send her to the Li family. sedan.
Qiong Yi wanted to go into the house, but was stopped by a maid on the side: "Miss, don't be anxious, the bride hasn't finished putting on her red makeup yet." She looked at Qiong Yi and felt that the person in front of her was very unfamiliar, not unlike him. It's a face I've seen before: "Which family are you a girl from? If you come in so recklessly, it won't be good if you miss the time for my young lady to get married."
The women waiting outside the house must be relatives of the Jiang family. Seeing the unfamiliar Qiong Yi, they whispered to each other:
"Which lady from the city is this?"
"Never seen it before."
"She looks very fair, but she is extremely beautiful."
"I think I came here to have a wedding banquet. The garden is huge, but I got lost..."
Their voices were kept very low, but Qiong Yi was not an ordinary person and could hear clearly. She had a slight smile on her face. After these people finished their discussion, she looked up and bowed slightly, "Hello, madam." Qiong Yi said. , her posture was appropriate, and her etiquette was no less than that of other ladies, which made the ladies in front of her believe that this girl was a distinguished guest from a famous family.
"I came here with my elder brother. I heard that Miss Jiang is as beautiful as a flower. I thought that if I was lucky, I might catch up with the bride and take a look."
When Qiong Yi said these words, a bell seemed to ring. The sound was weak and soon disappeared into the joyful sound of playing in the front yard.
The lady standing at the front waved her fan lightly and said with a smile: "Unfortunately, my girl is still putting on makeup. I'm afraid it will take a stick of incense to come out at the earliest."
Qiong Yi smiled and changed the topic: "Well, speaking of which, my brother is good friends with Young Master Jiang in the house. My brother didn't see him in the guest room in front, and wanted to ask someone to ask where he went."
"Ouch. That's right, where did Conglan's child go?" Madam suddenly thought of Jiang Conglan, who had not been seen for a long time. "He left the house early the day before yesterday and went to hang out somewhere. I didn't even see his shadow at work yesterday. This kid..." She was chanting in her mouth, and when she turned to look at Qiong Yi, her face turned into a smile: "I guess it was Cong Lan whose sister was leaving home to get married. He couldn't bear it, so he hid secretly. This child has always been an unwelcome child. The temperament of restraint, freedom.”
Qiong also smiled and nodded with her, "Madam, I don't want to bother you any more. I'm going to sit down in the front yard."
"Well, go quickly."
